Good God Almighty
Good God Almighty
I know that they hate it
I woke up again
I'm feeling rejuvenated
Giving all praise to The Maker Then I get up and go make me some paper
Cut up the block fade that bitch like a taper
Get My ciabatta and bagels
I'm something like a baker
Chef in the kitchen
A whole Lotta flavor
Sac lunch line
You get served like a waiter
In the elevator
I'm on my way up
I'm talking way up
Digital scale
I had to weigh up
Locked up in that cell
I got my weight up
Good God Almighty
Puffing his chest
He gets smoked like a Vega
Then disappears like a vapor
I'm Sipping on syrup
Straight maple
Shout out to Jesus
Cause I cannot save them
Young Kobe with the fro
I ball like the Lakers
I got 'em scared
Shivering shaking
Boys know not to play with my bacon
The beast has awakened
God on my side as I'm battling Satan
If this shit ride
Bob yo head to the cadence
I keep striving for greatness
Took my lil shot
Cause I thought I could make it
Fuck 'em and fuck what they saying
Cause they wasn't paying
I'm deep in the game
And they wasn't playing
They really just fans
They had to watch from the stands
That's why they can't understand
Tell the promoters that they gotta pay up
They still sleep on me but they gotta wake up
I ain't taking no pay cuts
Just cut the check
Here's my id
Spell my name correct
Strong arm Slugga
I serve and collect
Demand my respect
Or I'm at yo neck
Good God Almighty
I know that they hate it
I woke up again
I'm feeling rejuvenated
Giving all praise to The Maker Then I get up and go make me some paper
Cut up the block fade that bitch like a taper
Get My ciabatta and bagels
I'm something like a baker
Chef in the kitchen
A whole Lotta flavor
Sac lunch line
You get served like a waiter
In the elevator
I'm on my way up
I'm talking way up
Digital scale
I had to weigh up
Locked up in that cell
I got my weight up
Good God Almighty
Puffing his chest
He gets smoked like a Vega
Then disappears like a vapor
I'm Sipping on syrup
Straight maple
Shout out to Jesus
Cause I cannot save them
Young Kobe with the fro
I ball like the Lakers
I got 'em scared
Shivering shaking
Boys know not to play with my bacon
The beast has awakened
God on my side as I'm battling Satan
If this shit ride
Bob yo head to the cadence
I keep striving for greatness
Took my lil shot
Cause I thought I could make it
Fuck 'em and fuck what they saying
Cause they wasn't paying
I'm deep in the game
And they wasn't playing
They really just fans
They had to watch from the stands
That's why they can't understand
Tell the promoters that they gotta pay up
They still sleep on me but they gotta wake up
I ain't taking no pay cuts
Just cut the check
Here's my id
Spell my name correct
Strong arm Slugga
I serve and collect
Demand my respect
Or I'm at yo neck
Good God Almighty
Credits
Writer(s): Kirmet Terrance Iv Hyder
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